Whispers of the Lake

by Shanora Williams

To anyone learning how to love themselves again. Keep healing. You’ve got this.

People speak of happiness like it’s some tangible, obtainable object—like you can simply grab hold of it, kiss it, and cling to it. Make it promise to never leave you.

I was done being the nice girl—the sweet lady who takes the high road. Sometimes it felt good to unleash my pettiness and hit people exactly where it hurt.

forget about the love you have for the people who’ve kept it warm over the years.” Damn. She’s good.

Here’s something people are aware of but will never fully accept. Hurt people really do hurt other people. It’s the biggest fucking cliché but it’s one hundred percent true.

“You have to realize that every situation you encounter doesn’t have to be solved by you. Unless it directly impacts your life, sometimes you have to let things run their course.”

You never saw it coming. There was absolutely nothing you could’ve done to prevent it.

Because you can’t control other people’s urges or desires, even if that person promised to commit themselves to you.”

“I want you to start focusing on your well-being and putting yourself first.

Whether you fell in love with my words or not, just know I’m grateful that you gave my book a chance at all. An author cannot exist without their readers. I will never take mine for granted.